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Last night, I thought of him as handsome.

But seeing him in broad daylight, I was utterly shocked to realize that 'handsome' would be an understatement. The man standing in front of me now, with left hand thrust on the pocket of his jeans and the other behind his back was a demigod.

He wore a simple blue t-shirt on top and blue denim jeans at the bottom. Despite the simplicity in the clothes he wore one could feel the authority he possessed, combined with a commanding aura he seemed to carry wherever he went.

The wild, untamed hair crowning his head last night wasn't the shade of warm honey. Perhaps it must be the effect of the pale light from the chandelier that made me thought it was that shade. Today it made me realize that his hair was a startling strawberry blonde and his eyes beneath his bushy eyebrow were an intriguing shade of emerald green—another mistake of mine. Must be the trick of light too.